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Te’Qui was stirred awake by the ringing and vibration of his cellular. He turned on the lamp light as he twisted his knuckle at the corner of his eye. He picked up his cell phone and looked at the display. Recognizing the number, he frowned up wondered why homie was banging his jack at that time a night.
“What’s brackin’, Big?” Te’Qui spoke groggily into his cell phone.
“Man, my bad fa wakin’ you up at this hour, but I needa holla at chu, ASAP.” Big Will said into the cellular.
Te’Qui glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was two o’clock in the morning.
“It’s all good, Big, speak onnit.” he told him as he lay back in bed. Kesha laid her head against him and rubbed on his chest.
“It’s best that I holla at chu in person. A nigga ain’t really tryna blast his bitness over the phone. You think we can meet up?”
“When?” Te’Qui asked, looking down at his lady and rubbing his hand up and down her arm. He then kissed her on the top of her head.
“Shit, right now if you can.”
There was silence and Big Will knew that Te’Qui was thinking about it, so he decided to sweeten the pot for him.
“Look, here, I know you gotta lil’ one onna way. If you can holla at me right now, I’ll drop a lil’ somethin’, somethin’ on you. How ‘bout that?”
“Alright, bet. Where you wanna link up at?”
Big Will ran him the address where he wanted to meet him at. It was the Denny’s parking lot at Universal Village by USC College.
“You got it, dawg?”
“Yeah, I got chu. I’ll see you at, like, 2:30.”
“Alright. No doubt.”
Te’Qui disconnected the call and slipped out of bed. His moving caused Kesha to stir awake. She lay on the space he once was fluttering her eyelids and watching her man get dressed. Te’Qui slipped on his red Dickie shirt and matching pants. Afterwards, he took his Glizzy from underneath his pillow and tucked it on his waistline.
“Where you going, baby?” Kesha inquired. She then yawned and stretched his arms, hearing her bones crack.
“I gotta make a run.” Te’Qui said as he stood before the nightstand mirror, buttoning up his Dickie shirt.
“A run where, nigga?” She twisted her face up and angled her head.
“I gotta go see this dude; a Money Man. You know don’t shit get me outta bed butta dolla or conflict.”
“Unh huh, limme find out.” she gave him a side eye as she folded her arms across her bosoms.
“Let chu find out what?” he turned around from the nightstand to her, having just picked up his red T fitted cap.
“That chu finna go lay up with the next bitch.”
“Hahahahahahaha!” he laughed his ass off. “Yo’, on Bloods, yo’ ass really be trippin’. I ain’t finna go see no bitch, right now. And if I was, best believe that hoe ‘bouta come offa check. Shiiit, I gotta mothafuckin’ baby onna ‘way. Like them pimp niggaz say, ‘bitch better break bread or play dead.’”
“Mmmmhmmm,” she gave him a look like she knew he was trying to run game her. “Anyway, I’m finna grab my strap ‘cause I’m rolling witcho ass.” she threw the sheet from off her and jumped out of bed.
“Are you serious, man?” he asked her as she walked past him, headed towards the closet.
“Yep. ‘Cause I don’t trust a damn thang.” she said, looking through the clothing hanging on the rack inside of the closet.
“Alright,” he plopped down on the bed. “But cho black ass is drivin’.” he pointed his finger at her.
“Whatever, nigga, don’t try to deter me from coming.” she said, slipping on her clothes.
Te’Qui chuckled as he watched her get dressed.